Our father’s name was Daniel
Born and bred in Nimes
But he left the southern sunlight
To become a man of means
Cross border in a hay cart
To an attic in Berlin
And the pigeons on the rooftop
Sang let the dance begin
Weave and spin
Believe and prosper
Let us in
Let us wander – wander free
For we give to the world the name of refugee
We knew the ways of woolcraft
And the gold and silver trade
But those they caught at worship
Were sent as galley slaves
So we ran from old King Louis
To pray another day
And the dead of St Bartholemew
Stood guard along the way
Weave and spin
Believe and prosper
Let us in
Let us wander – wander free
For we give to the world the name of refugee
Winston Churchill, Judy Garland
Davy Crockett, even Keef
We count them in our number
The ones that took their leave
From Spitalfields to New Rochelle
Helsinki to the Hague
No sacrament or ritual
No pilgrimage or saint
Weave and spin
Believe and prosper
Let us in
Let us wander – wander free
For we give to the world the name of refugee
© MarkGSongs 2011
